Appearance/Clothing Style : She was short, standing at no more then 5ft 6. Long red tresses spilled down her back, pausing at around her narrow hips and if straightened, would easily touch the ground. High arched cheek bones, pallid skins stretched over the top. No freckles danced over her small nose. Her ears, like other elves of her kind, are pointed at the end and are often hidden by her long locks. Suprisingly, she is rather strong due to her healing past and is used to working quickly and quietly.Long forest green skirts frame her narrow waist, spilling to just above the ground. A matching green tunic hug her perfectally, her red hair contrasting perfectally against the deep green.

History: Raised by a kindly woman named Camile, she never met her real parents. Camile raised her, as well as several other human children while also being the healer 'witch' of the town. She taught Sahar the ways of healing, of truth and of course some 'witchy' ways. Sahar left after finding out that the kindly human wasn't her real mother, searching for her real parents. But after several years and many dead ends, she punished herself to years of aloneness in the forest. She built a cabin in the forest of The Wild, growing somewhat odder and more wild herself as the days passed. She keeps a white wolf as company, her only company and chatters to the animals around the house. She is a friend all all. Humans, elves and all creatures seek her. But only some find her.

Personality: Quiet and shy, yet loving and caring. Sahar lives to serve, or at least care for. She is honest to the very bone and often doesn't get jokes and may take it the wrong way. Though, she has a firey temper and can hold a grudge for a long time if the person recieving it is deserving. She looks for the best in people and is often adverturous. Sometime, she also speaks without thinking which gets her into trouble from time to time.